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"I'd have an iced coffee, medium, please. Along with that, a croissant would be ni..."
The coffee shop was always my safe zone. The relaxing, sedative music of the coffee shop. Felt as if time has been frozen, I enjoyed being there. For once in my life, I loved my job.
"Sir? Are you listening?"
"Y-Yeah..."
Before, I mean. Because of someone, this place is always a nightmare and heaven at the same time. My eyes were drifting over to a certain older man over at a table across the room. He was tapping away at his keyboard, focused only on his laptop with a grumpy frown. His grey hair was draped down a little below his ears and he had gorgeous blue eyes too. He looked like an utter mess, for sure. To the public's eye, the man would seem that unappealing.
"Is that it?" I said with a tender smile.
The stranger nodded, taking out her wallet.
"Then that'll be 10.99."
So why do I keep staring at him?
His name is Hank from what I heard from other people. Hank comes here on weekdays only which is fortunate for me since I work on the weekdays also. It's silly, really. Thinking about a grouchy old man while I have much more things to think about. But still...
My eyes looked over at him for the eleventeenth time. I flinched. He was coming over here right now!
What business would he want with me? Does he know my name? Has been noticing me all this time-
"Oi, what would it take to restock all the napkins?" The man said, grouchy as usual. I found it strangely adorable.
"Oh, um...I-I'll do it right away." My heart fluttered and I was stuttering all over the place. Still, I tried to keep my composure. It felt as if I was gonna have a heart attack at any second.
"Geez." Hank started walking away, "And uh calm down," The grey-haired man leaned over to see my name tag on my uniform. "Connor." He seemed a tad bit nervous when he walked away.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
He said my name.
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Meet Me at the Coffee Shop [Not Finished]
FanfictionHannor au. My eyes were drifting over to a certain older man over at a table across the room. He was tapping away at his keyboard, focused only on his laptop with a grumpy frown. His grey hair was draped down a little below his ears and he had gorg...